The Game

Chapter 2 - Changes

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Tori

So .. My name is Victoria Eve James, but you can call me Tori. I live in Atlanta and my life is falling apart...

It didn't always used to be like this. In fact I lived a pretty great life, having everything I wished for. I had a loving family, a great boyfriend and precious friends. Living in Atlanta was the greatest thing ever. Well... it was but then my sister was struck by a hit and run driver. You could say that her death was the last straw. It broke us all apart. My dad got a divorce with my mom. The divorce happened because my mother had an affair with another man. Brad Valante is his name. He even sounds like a wife stealing douche.

I remember that night very clearly. My mom kept shouting, "I love Brad! He loves me in all the ways you didn't!" My father was heartbroken. Of course he would be. His wife left him and his daughter died on the exact same night.

Sarah was my sister's name. Sarah heard them arguing and my say mother would move away with brad so Sarah ran outside tears were running down her face. She was just about to pass the street when a drunk driver hit her. I ran after her but it was too late.

My father came a minute after me. Finding his little daughter lying on the asphalt smeared with blood. My father could forgive my mother for the affair but he would never forgive her for killing his daughter. That's how he described her death. He says she killed his precious baby.

I don't know what to think, but I started blaming my mother as well. If the affair didn't happen my sister would be alive today. It was her and Brad's fault.

The first time it actually struck me that my sister was gone was at the funeral. My father had his black suit on. He has made a beautiful speech to tribute Sarah. My mother was soaking in tears. She wanted to pay a tribute to Sarah, but my father didn't let her. She was devastated. I remember looking at the casket for the first time. Seeing my sister lying so peacefully. I touched her small hands. They were cold. Her face was so pale, so pale it made me sick. I had never seen her without a smile on her face. And now I was seeing her dead. That's all I remember because after that I collapsed.

After the funeral my father pressured me to go to group therapy. He thought I was depressed. He even thought I was suicidal at one point.

Relax, I wasn't.

I was just grieving. It's hard you know, losing your sister. I loved her so much, and that stupid therapy group wasn't doing anything for me. They made me even more depressed. I convinced my dad to call a therapist who could talk with me one on one. But all that stupid man tried to do was to convince me it was okay feeling suicidal and that he would help me. He really got on my nerves.

Stupid asshole.

After that the doctors prescribed some different drugs that I should take against depression. After that, my father agreed to let me start school.

Present

Its 6:00 am I'm starting school today. It's been two months since my sister's death. I'm seeing my friends for the first time, since the funeral. I open my closet trying to find something that will look like I'm-sad-my-sister-is-gone-but-not-ready-to-be-happy clothes. I find I pretty top, and some tight jeans, but instead I wear a big hoodie, and some ripped up pants, not knowing it makes me look suicidal.

I go into Sarah's room seeing everything is still intact. I get a lump in my throat. I can't seem to swallow it. I go downstairs seeing my father making breakfast himself. I never thought I would see the day where David James would be cooking himself.